So the boy can’t dance. But that’s all pounds, shillings and pence to us ’cause our reasons for watching Mark Foster off-of totally not gay, no way, on Strictly Come
On My Tits Dancing had nothing to do with how graceful his lovely long Lindas were on a parquet floor.
So it was with two woops and a prolonged cheer in our dolly household that Mark’s denouement was met last night, after he bowed to public pressure and peeled off his lady’s blouse so-help-us-Baby-G, after being booted off the show for being a bit shit at the dancing thing – accompanied, as evidenced above, by the two-thumb’s up, shy-boy-going-a-bit-wild gesture. Which is endearing if you like that sort of thing.
There’s another pictorial after the jump, as well as his strip in moving pictures. Wethankyou.